Yalson opened the deck and the tube hatch beneath, then Horza dropped Zallin’s gear into the cylinder and Yalson closed it again. The Changer liked the way Yalson smelled when he caught the scent of her warm, perspiring body, but somehow there was nothing in her attitude toward him to make him think they would ever become more than friends. He’d settle for a friend on this ship, though. He certainly needed one.
What a strange thing to say before voluntarily friendzoning yourself
